Regardless, throwing one last glance at the corpse of the butterfly monster, Virus turned around before taking his leave. He didn't even bother trying to sell its carcass for some meager profit, because honestly, he didn't value that amount of money in the least.
Frankly, not even billions of dollars attracted his attention to itself these days because to him, money was merely just that. Money. Countless pieces of worthless paper. Something completely worthless when you had too much of it.
After that, coming to Chicago city, he spent the night in a luxurious hotel until the following day.
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Siiip~
Drinking one last mouthful of his tea, standing up, Virus went into motion as he left the hotel toward the four-star Rift. He was having great expectations for this particular day of importance.
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